…Chapter 1…
* Six years have gone and passed since my husband, William, "came home". For the ten previous years, it had only been my oldest son, Liam, and I on our own with the help of good friends like Jack and Joey. I can't believe it but Liam is now sixteen years old. I like pretending that he's still my little boy and that he'll never grow up. But I feel that the day will soon come that I will be forced to face the facts and let go.
The year after Will came home, we found out we were expecting. We didn't know it at the time but we would be having twins: one boy and one girl. Logan and Abigail, or Abby as we call her, are turning five years old this year. Thankfully I will have them for a little be longer than Liam. Logan is a handful: hyper, devilish, but at the same time he has his equal moments of sweetness where you wonder why he isn't like that all of the time, then I remember who his father is. Abby on the other hand, is not your average girl for these days, she's the perfect balance of tomb-boy and average girl. She enjoys dresses and me braiding her hair every night before bed while Will does things with Logan like sword fighting and fixing the ship.
That's another thing, we no longer live on the island, and well I mean we stay on land occasionally but we live on a ship. Quit common these days, especially with a good amount of our friends and small family also sailing a lot.
So there it is, the Turner family in a nutshell. Now you see I love sailing but I feel as if maybe it's time for Will and I to stop sailing as much. Maybe find a nice little house by the sea, with grass and places for Abby and Logan to run and play. Liam probably wont be with us much longer, I imagine he'll fall in love a runaway chases after said girl. He's just about his father's age that he was when he found me so you put the pieces together.